Location: Mikhail's Office Grimoire: Wild Magic Surge Skills: N/A Wild Magic Build Up: triggers on a 1
Jake’s head cleared as he collapsed into the chair Nicky had indicated. There was still that ache deep inside of him, his hands shaking and his body trembling, as well as an odd burning sensation in his lungs. He didn’t understand any of it, but that heavy weight pressing down on him made it hard to care. All he cared about was seeing that all of his friends were alright. Willow was fine, her wound cared for. He didn’t know how he’d done it, everything had been a bit of a blur from leaving the statue behind to now, and he didn’t know what had happened to cause the injuries. He didn’t see any threats, there weren’t any foes in the room.
There was only…
Jake’s eyes widened as his gaze fell on Cassie, on his best friend. “Cassie!” he yelped, jumping up from the chair. She didn’t have a hand. Where had her hand gone?? People didn’t just lose hands, did they? He knew Frankie had extra hands but those were from people who were dead and when he had seen Cassie last this morning, she had both her hands. She was crying - and - and there was something about a journal? What journal?
Cal knew whatever this journal was - had the journal hurt Cassie? Hurt Willow? Was that why she was missing a hand? Jake maneuvered around Cal without a glance. He knew Willow was okay and he needed to know that Cassie was okay too. If anything happened to her - if he could have done something and he wasn’t here - he didn’t know the word for the emotion that filled him, but it hurt.
“How can I help you? What happened? I felt I was needed here and that must have been you, did you call out for me, maybe?” Jake didn’t understand how their magic worked, not in a way he could explain to another, but they were both connected to wild, chaos magic. “Did the journal hurt you? Can I help you with it?” He felt such an urge to hug her but he couldn’t make his body respond, instead just wringing his hands, nervous energy fueling him.
Morning - Sun. January 16th, 2039 - Los Angeles, California
The quad was quiet this early in the morning, no other students milling about, an absence whether by coincidence or design. The sun blearily stared down at the children, as garlic bulbs and water bottles were tossed about carelessly, a sun that did not shine on Ser Nemo, on Captain Giselle, on Lady Saturnyne, on Memoria. The mushrooms of the faerie ring grew ever more vibrant with unnatural bright hues, tiny spots freckled across them like smiles.
Once the photos had been taken, a temporary silence fell over the group. Tiny glistening bells chimed, the scent of sweet honeysuckle filled the air, and a breeze tickled the back of their necks.
Gideon adjusted her sunglasses, her go bag down at her side, her buster sword slung over her back, her rapier in her hip holster, and her knuckle blades in her bag. She stared at the mushroom circle for a moment longer. If the nuns could see her now.
“Well, if no one else is going to go first,” she shrugged, before stepping backwards into the circle, throwing up a shaka. “Cowabunga, dudes.”
As she stepped back, the world swung about rapidly in perspective. Gideon stepped down to go into the mushroom ring - but her foot found purchase higher, in something loose but compact. And as her other foot moved, the ground beneath her slipped, and she skidded, falling not onto the grassy ground of Margaret Carter but into a sand dune.
She wasn’t on Earth anymore.
She was in Otherworld.
She spun around, trying to see where she had come from, trying to find another circle - but there was nothing there. Just sand, and in the distance, a great, hulking mountain that she could’ve sworn was slowly getting closer.
“What the fuck? Is that fucker alive?”
Gideon hadn’t noticed yet the change in her clothes - hadn’t become aware of the dark, tattered, sleeveless robes she was wearing, of the worn leather boots and belt, of the skull painted to her face. Her sunglasses remained unchanged, protecting her eyes from the dimming light, and that was all that mattered.
Go bag: -Portable water filter -Collapsible water bottle, 2 L size -Water purification tablets, 3 day supply -MREs, 3 day supply -Mylar emergency blanket, 1 -Tarp, 1 -1 change of clothing -2-3 pairs of wool socks -Liquid filled compass -LED headlamp -Waterproof matches, sealed container -Multi-tool -First aid kit for trauma/minor injuries - includes tourniquet, bandages, antiseptic wipes, blister care, burn gel. -Painkillers -Travel toothbrush, toothbpaste, wet wipes, hand sanitizer, toilet paper - in waterproof bag -Whistle -50 feet paracord -knuckle blades
Upon entering Otherworld, your electronics cease functioning. Your clothes, the ones you wear and the ones you carry on you, change to resemble fantasy traveling attire (please check with the GMs that what you’ve selected works!).
@Achronum@Trainerblue192: The magic that enchants the tote bags of the Kingston-Gray kids is great, allowing them to access items in their rooms across large distances. But it is also limited. The moment you cross into Otherworld, your tote bag fills with a random assortment of the possible items it could pull. No new items can be drawn from it - and no items can be shunted back to Earth.
@Forsythe: Vicky has had perhaps more experiences with magic than she’d have liked. Each exposure has been different, her reactions to them unpredictable and varied, the main commonality that they were bad. There was no Agatha Harkness here to save her, no Maximilian Gray. Internal warnings are flashing, readings from all around her spiking, and her internal power outputs rapidly falling. She is still herself, still coherent and aware, but she would not have the strength to carry another like this - she barely has the power needed to fly. She’s operating at 35% efficiency.
More distressingly, however, is that she has changed. She is still an android, still a synthetic being - but her hair, her eyes, her build - all have been altered. Were she to look in the mirror, a different blonde woman’s face would greet her.
@PatientBean: It is more than just a change of clothes for Sabine. The sun is setting in the desert, the air is beginning to cool, but she feels fire in her veins. There is a buzzing energy underneath her skin, a persistent itch, the maddening compulsion to dig her nails in deep and tear, tear and tear and tear until there the energy is out, until her skin has been discarded on the ground like a carcass. It does not stop there. The itch deepens and becomes unbearable, as she can feel her bones shift and snap. Jean-Luc is barking like mad, jumping and stomping his paws down on the sand, desperate for someone to help his mother. And all Sabine can do is scream.
Percy didn’t know why Vicky had decided to throw garlic at people today. He didn’t fully even register that was what she had been tossing until it hit his hand, falling to the ground at his feet lamely. Admittedly, Dorian and he hadn’t made much progress in translating Nemo’s second journal the previous night, the one dealing with his knowledge of the fae. Perhaps garlic was useful to protect against them? He snatched it up from the ground and tucked it into his bag.
His eyes widened and he froze, however, as a second projectile came his way - a full liter water bottle. Thrown at him by Chase. Just like he used to, like he had when they were friends - when they’d taken a bus all the way across the city to find a new park to explore, the sun beaming down on them as the grass crunched beneath their feet. They’d both been different then. For a moment, he saw Chase as he was, his face full of color.
The water bottle hit Percy’s chest and fell lamely to the ground, its contents sloshing.
And before he could decide whether to pick it up or refuse it, there was screeching. He hadn’t been the only one struggling with hand-eye coordination. Danni was being menaced by his dragon, dripping with water as Amelie scrambled up to his head. Percy barely bit back a smile. “Maybe karma is real,” he muttered under his breath. The nonstop rants about how he’d told everyone about the Haunted Tree and no one had listened had been more than a little irritating. He didn’t dare make his snarky comment louder, though.
The discussion of story magic prompted by Marlena was new - particularly the sigil she showed and Chase’s insights that spoke of experience with the phenomenon. He frowned. He knew the others had been investigating yesterday, and he hadn’t shared much of his own findings yet so being bothered by it was hypocritical. They should have met earlier to go over everything as a group. Not everyone was on the same page. But if he were being honest with himself, it wasn’t being out of the loop that bothered him. It was how helpful and knowledgeable Chase was being. It wasn’t what he’d expected from him. Nothing he’d done in the last twenty four hours had been. And he didn’t know how to feel about it.
“When we have our bearings, possibly during a period of downtime, Dorian, Ben, Danni, and I found another book from Ser Nemo last night. It’s his notes on Otherworld. Gem- Dorian and I are still working on the translation, as well as translating the first volume he recovered, but we should be able to share some parts.” He then paused for a moment, his cheeks going red. “I would appreciate being brought up to speed on what everyone else has found at the same time.”
The last of their number finally arrived - the strange girl they’d found in the tent the day before. Percy had almost forgotten about her, with all the revelations about Nemo and his future. She hadn’t seemed keen to speak with any of them the day before. He was surprised she’d even shown up today, that she hadn’t just gone to Otherworld on her own. But she’d been in the vision the cube, Carlos, had shown them. She was part of this. He didn’t trust her yet, however. He didn’t dislike her, but she was an unknown quantity. Most of the others he knew, he’d trained with - and for the ones he didn’t, they had strong ties to the others. If it meant getting what she wanted, he didn’t know for sure that she wouldn’t betray them.
He stared at her for a moment, his expression hard. “Does your information also come with a bartering price?” That was his main question for now. He would formulate others later, once he had a better understanding of what Nemo had given them and the others had discovered.
The group arranged themselves for a selfie, some likely more willing than others, and Percy forced himself to smile. He knew from experience that the more he scowled in photos, the more Dorian and Danni and the rest would insist on taking them. It wasn’t long before his cheeks ached from holding the expression, and he was relieved to go back to his neutral, glare adjacent gaze… even if he was, despite not voicing it, still excited. He’d gone to this school wanting to be an adventurer, not a superhero. And this was it. This was everything he’d asked for. Even his grumpy demeanor and worries of doom and gloom couldn’t completely poison that.
Not too long after they’d finished taking photos, a stillness swept over the group. Bells tinkled in the distance, faint, sweet laughter drifting on the breeze, and the colors of the mushrooms in the ring became impossibly rich, lush and vibrant. It was as clear an invitation as they were going to get. He watched as Gideon sauntered forward, boisterously confident, as she turned around and stepped backwards, down into the faerie ring as if it was a pool of water - and vanished without a trace. His heart pounded furiously. Danni really had been right, then. The Haunted Tree sent people somewhere - ideally Otherworld. There was no turning back now.
Percy’s face twitched. Most everyone was here to save him - to save Ser Nemo. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to thank them. The same people who a month ago had barely spoken to him were ready now to risk their lives for him. He swallowed, rubbing at his eyes for a moment.
If there was a role he could choose to play… it wouldn’t be Odysseus. He would be Perseus. He made that vow to himself, as he stepped into the faerie ring…
…and promptly fell, stumbling and rolling in a sandy dune, his limbs flailing wildly as he tried to stop his descent. He came to a stop crouched on his feet. His weak ankle throbbed a bit - he didn’t think he’d twisted it, at least, but it smarted. His heart was thundering now furiously as stumbled up to standing, quickly taking in his surroundings. The sun was up in the sky, not rising but slowly beginning to set. He was in the midst of a desert, the rays of light glaring down onto the dunes, the sand getting trapped between his toes.
Trapped between his toes.
Percy did a double take. He wasn’t wearing what he’d put on in the morning. He didn’t have boots on, instead he had sandals, the material extending to wrap around his calves. His pants and shirt and jacket were gone, replaced with an off-white toga, leather straps helping to secure it to his shoulders. He still had on his bracelets, his watch, his ring, his necklace. His sword still hung at his side off his belt, and he felt something twitch on the top of his head. Slowly, carefully, Percy reached up to feel his hair… and he felt fur. He felt two triangular shapes, soft fur on the outside, something more flesh like on the inside.
His tail twitched.
Percy’s face turned bright red.
He had a tail. He had cat ears.
He’d turned into a cat boy..
If he were being entirely honest with himself, he didn’t hate it. He actually…maybekindofsortofjustalittlebit liked it.
But being turned into a cat boy in front of everyone?
He wanted to bury himself in the sand. He dropped his bag to the ground, opening it up to check and see if he’d placed a beanie or a hat inside or something that he could use to try to hide the ears - maybe he could tie something around his waist to hide the tail? But as he found the changes of clothes he packed, they weren’t his clothes, not anymore. They looked like they’d been taken from a LARP rather than his wardrobe. None of it would hide it. Maybe Sabine had her hat of invisibility? Would she take pity on him?
Was Dorian going to hate it?
Was Danni going to hate it?
Was it permanent? He…maybe wouldn’t have minded if it was. Potentially. Possibly.
April caught both items thrown at them like a pro - they were the only Kingston-Gray sibling with a real interest in sports. Danni only liked the aesthetics of the uniforms and the way an athlete’s body was sculpted, Dorian could pass into dude bro culture but never really enjoyed it. April was the one who would unironically go out into the yard to play catch with Pops, who would sit on the couch and watch the game with him. “Oh, someone remind me that I wanted to sign up for that hockey thing!” they requested. They dropped the garlic into their tote bag, the bulb vanishing and reappearing in their dorm room. The water bottle, they were about to do the same with, only to watch - with horror and amusement - as Amelie eviscerated Danni’s bottle, scrambling up to his head and threatening to rip his clothes - Papa’s coat! - to shreds.
“I got you, bro!” they promised. They set down the water bottle Chase had given them on the ground, so that way they had one hand to hold their coffee and another to manipulate the water. They focused in on their brother and his dragon, their fingers twisting as April hummed softly, as the water slowly floated up off of him, condensing into a small sphere. They glanced around, looking for a container that could be filled, before shrugging and deciding the Haunted Tree probably could use a bit of water. It was Los Angeles, after all. They redirected the water there, dropping it down at the tree’s roots, being careful not to splash it onto Glimpse, who had designed to pose like a cool, mysterious anime character up against it.
“Here, you can have mine - I’ve got loads of water on me. One bottle for drinking, the other for fighting,” April bent down, picking back up their bottle before offering it to Danni. “Hydrate or die straight, y’know,” they grinned, their tongue poking out slightly between their teeth.
When it came to the conversation of story magic and roles, April didn’t have much to contribute. They’d shrugged when Marlena showed off the sigil. Their dad was the (former) Sorcerer Supreme, but April knew more about magic from Wizards Beyond Waverley Place than they did from Pa. Even Nimue hadn’t really taught much, and Mads had been really bad at explaining things whenever she’d tried to instruct April on something. So if everyone said the sigil had something to do with memories, that was good enough for them. It did give them a few ideas, though. “Would be a killer way to get people to use a new name for you, if you pick one,” they mused. “Oh! And pronouns too. Not that I’m complaining. Everyone so far seems to be doing a good job with my new ones.” They’d mentioned the new pronouns last night at the party a few times to a few of their friends, and while they hadn’t been keeping track of who had been told and who hadn’t been, April assumed everyone knew by this point. Gossip spread fast in their circle.
Luna gave a wonderfully spooky warning that really set the tone, too - going on about how capybaras could eat puppies and that people would try to get favors out of them. That was one thing Pa had taught them, at least. They knew not to make deals with wizards and what were the fae if not wizard shaped? Wizards were gay and extra with magic powers, and April assumed the fae were gay and extra with magic powers too. Percy’s comment made them giggle, though. “I don’t think we need to trade with her. She’s friends with our dads. And maybe Andy’s dad? Idk if those two really got along.” They had the sudden urge, though, to ask Luna if the fae would take payment in twinkies. They hadn’t known to pack things of value. They did have the River Styx water from Agatha, something April had been saving for something important, and maybe this was it? Or maybe they could just pull something from their tote?
Either way, though, they were mostly just beyond excited to be going!! Everything was coming together perfectly!! They were smiling like mad in the group photos - “Everyone say Excelsior!!” - immediately asking Dorian to send copies in the group chat, they needed to update their social banners anyway and they were positive this photo would be iconic. They powered down their phone and put it in their bag, and as they looked back up, they could feel a chill in the air, a shudder traveling down their spine. For the briefest of seconds, they had the feeling they weren’t alone.
But that was impossible - probably just nerves getting to them - so April shoved it aside. And once it was their turn, they skipped through the mushroom circle with a giddy grin, effortlessly moving from the grassy terrain of Margaret Carter as the world flipped upside down and suddenly they were jumping up into sand, easily sticking the landing.
April stepped off to the side, just in case other people were about to materialize on top of them, and stared at the view in awe. They’d been expecting an enchanted forest, filled with pixies and unicorns, with babbling brooks and ominous caves. This was far more beautiful. Rolling sand went as far as the eye could see, the sky painted in hues of gold and pink as the sun began its descent. The temperature was warm but cooling, and off in the distance, they could make out a gigantic mountain, easily the largest one they’d ever seen in their life. It seemed to lumber, slowly increasing and decreasing in height, and soft tremors emanated throughout the ground.
“This is so fucking cool,” April whispered, their voice filled with awe.
“OHMYGODWEGETCUTENEWOUTFITS?” they screeched, as they suddenly realized their clothing had changed. The adorable blue and grey jumpsuit was gone, replaced with a knightly tabard in similar colors, with a beautiful, ornate design. The tabard was on top of a white puffy blouse, with blue gloves and vambraces. A gorgeous brown belt was tied around their waist, with a spot on it to hold a sword - they figured they could try looping one of the water bottles through there later for easy access. Their shoes had shifted, changing from steel toed combat boots to black leather boots - and an experimental tap on the sand told them the steel was still there. Sick. “I need a mirror right now, I have to look so fucking hot, holy shit.”
They reached into their tote bag, expecting to push their arm all the way through and grab the mirror they’d left in their room, only to find that the bag was… full?
April blinked.
The tote bag was never full. Pa had enchanted it himself, making it an easy way for them to grab things while on trips and put things they’d got out shopping away. But it was full. April laughed nervously. “Danni, Dori - are your magic bags broken, too?” Their heart skipped a beat as the pulled the objects out - the tiara and board game Danni had given them for Christmas, their makeup bag, a bottle of aloe vera, the snow globe Vicky had given them, a sleep mask - and they turned the bag upside down, shaking it as if that would get the magic to work but…
Nothing happened.
“Fuck.”
Bipolar medication (lithium), 3 month supply
Backpack
Magic Comb
River Styx water
Gigantic water bottle x 2
Collapsible baton x 2
Keyboard button fidget toy
Sunscreen
Sunglasses
Jolly ranchers, twinkies, granola
Kingston-Gray bracelet
Kingston-Gray magic tote: no longer functioning
Sleep Mask
Oceans, an Ocean survival board game [gift from Danni for Christmas]
Makeup bag - eye shadow palette, various colors of eye liner, foundation, setting powder, makeup remover, mascara, makeup brushes
Tiara [gift from Danni for Christmas]
Snow globe with ice from Europa [gift from Vicky for Christmas]
One bottle of aloe vera
Blue and grey tabard, white Darcy shirt, blue gloves, vambraces, brown trousers, black leather boots (steel toed)
Morning - Sun. January 16th, 2039 - Los Angeles, California
The group had agreed to meet at the Haunted Tree at 8 o’clock. It had been a compromise between those who wanted to leave for Otherworld as soon as possible and those who struggled to wake up before noon. Most at Margaret Carter were familiar with the Haunted Tree - a gigantic wych elm, it cast shadows over the nearby buildings, large and looming. There were no benches near it and even the other trees seemed to keep their distance. It would have been ideal to study or read under, had it not been for reports of childish voices and laughter, the ghost of some poor child clinging still to this pane. There were whispers as to how this ghost came to be, rumors of sightings and even the occasional paranormal investigation, but never anything definitive, never anything with proof…
And now, mushrooms had grown at its base, forming a near perfect ring. A portion of the circle was on the tree itself, a handful of mushrooms growing sideways on the trunk. And in the early morning light, there was almost an eerie shine to them, as if the mushrooms were not of this plane.
Traveling to Otherworld required the use of a faerie ring. They could be found all over the world, with local legends and superstitions warning of the danger of stepping within one. Children disappeared, loved ones vanished only to reappear stuttering and strange. In their vicinity, strange voices and apparitions were reported, the ghostly laughter of changelings, the melancholic songs of sirens, and trails of blood without a defined start or end. Entering a faerie ring puts the subject at the whims of Otherworld, of story magic - a force somehow more unpredictable than the chaos magic wielded by the Scarlet Witch.
The nearest one just happened to be at the Haunted Tree.
And Danni wasn’t about to let anyone hear the end of it. There had been a flurry of texts in the group chat the previous night, an onslaught of tree 🌲and ghost 👻 and 🧚fairy and 🍄mushroom emojis, long after Percy had woken up in the movie nest, curled up around his boyfriend. Dorian had apparently planned something for just the two of them in a secondary location, forcing Percy to sleepily teleport all of the pillows and stuffed animals and blankets back to Dorian’s room, all while his head was pounding as if he’d had a sugar high… which he essentially had had. The memories of being Gemini were a little indistinct, a little hazy around the edges, but he remembered the rush, the immense energy at his fingertips - remembered how so many of his inhibitions and boundaries and walls had fallen away, belonging to someone else - remembered with a pang of sadness how easy it had been to hold Danni’s hand and that even the occasional stray contact from Ben hadn’t been bothersome, even welcomed.
Dorian and Percy had relocated to the school’s observatory - it wasn’t as grand as others in the area like the Griffith, but a fair amount of money had been placed into its construction. Margaret Carter was not at a high elevation relative to the rest of Los Angeles, so light pollution was a constant battle, even with the height of the observatory compared to the rest of the school. It had been just the two of them, even more blankets and pillows spread out on the floor, letting them gaze up at the stars. Percy had pointed out to Dorian all the constellations he could see, a touch of sadness in his voice as he showed him Orion, but it was replaced with amusement as he pointed out Gemini to the east with its shining twin stars. Dorian had somehow even known to get Korolevskiy. He must have asked Percy’s moms. It was a complicated traditional Russian cake for birthdays and celebrations, layers of chocolate and cherry and walnut and poppyseed cake, bound together with Dulce De Leche or caramel buttercream, and covered in even more chocolate and fruit. His mother had purchased one from the Russian grocer nearby every year for his birthday. She must have told him about the snacks he had with it, too, as the ginger beer and peanut butter M&Ms were there with it.
The quiet, tender evening had done wonders for his fried nerves. He’d almost cried when Dorian gave him his birthday present - a ring that put a small shield all around his body, dampening out stray, accidental touch, but not so strong as to keep him from feeling his boyfriend’s arms wrapped around him, holding him tight to his chest. It had come with a cost though, beyond Danni blowing up their phones just as Percy had stopped watching the stars and begun kissing his boyfriend’s neck.
A cost that he hadn’t realized until the middle of the night, when he’d woke up thrashing, his body damp with sweat as a nightmare had held him in its grip. Everyone had died in his dream. And it had been his fault. He hadn’t been prepared. He hadn’t been ready. And before he had fully woken up, before he had managed to catch his breath, Dorian had crashed down on top of him - he’d been floating in his sleep - and it hurt more than usual. Somehow, Danni and April and Amelie had slept through the startled scream - through Percy frantically pacing as he realized he had nothing packed for the trip - through him trying to time travel back a few hours to when Ben wasn’t asleep in their room and he’d be able to throw his things together - to him struggling and only managing to go back eight minutes, having to hide out in the hallway to avoid paradox psychosis - to Dorian dragging him back in by his ear and telling him that he was bringing his magic tote bag and Percy could just borrow whatever he needed and he was going to go back to sleep now whether he had to possess him or not.
He still woke up early, though. He had quietly gone back into his room, tiptoeing as to not wake Ben if his roommate was still there. His camping supplies were… he had no idea where they were. He hadn’t touched any of it in over a year and he couldn’t show up at his mothers’ house and tear apart the garage looking for them. So instead he managed to quickly pack what he could find, rolling the clothes up so as to squeeze them into his bag better - two changes of clothes, his compass, his water bottle, deodorant, toothbrush, toothpaste, and floss, a journal and the pen necklace Dorian had given him, Agatha’s watch, Nemo’s journal on Otherworld, and a tiny first aid kit he’d kept in his dorm room. He almost forgot the most important thing, however - one of his copies of the Iliad was thrown into his bag at the end. He didn’t have any food, he didn’t have any means of creating shelter or sleeping comfortably… but at least he would be clean. Hopefully they could pull some pillows and blankets out of Dorian’s tote if they needed them. At the last second, he had thrown in his commander deck, too. Just in case.
And at least they’d had time to grab coffee at Secret IdentiTea before they’d headed to the tree. Danni had only been awake for little more than an hour and he’d delivered his bragging monologue about how he’d always known the Haunted Tree was important and no one believed him and if he hadn’t taken Bennie and Milli-illi-illipede there with Rillie on the tour, no one would’ve found the fairy ring and they’d have no way to go to Otherworld to get Poisson-Pas and his ugly mustache back.
Percy had asked DanThé for six shots. He might have been better off asking for twelve.
Or for something even stronger.
“So, how does this work?” he asked, taking another sip of his coffee before crouching down to the ground, examining the mushroom circle. It started on the ground but had grown onto the tree itself, a good three to four of the bright red mushrooms attached to the trunk of the wych elm, with the remaining dozen or so firmly on the ground. His eyes darted over towards Ben. He seemed like the type to know things about mushrooms. “Do we simply focus on our goal and step in? Is there a phrase or incantation? Do we need to hold hands to ensure no one is separated?” He hadn’t been there last night when everyone had discussed their findings about Otherworld. He regretted it slightly, but he knew he would have been a spicy, irritable mess today if he had been. Dorian had done the right thing by planning something for just the two of them. He was really lucky to have such a caring boyfriend. He had Dorian’s bracelet on his wrist.
Heavy on his hip was the scabbard with Nemo's - with his sword.
April had had a blast at the party the night before - even if it was a little weird that Percy and Dori never showed up for it, even if it had been kinda rude of Chase to snatch the plate of enchiladas out of Leah’s and their hands. But still, sugar and roller skating and karaoke? Incredible! They weren’t as good at roller skating as they were ice skating, keeping them from showing off and doing tricks (being able to control the ice on the rink was incredibly helpful) but they held their own all the same. How did Chase manage to close off the rink on the gym’s second floor for the party? They had no idea! And they hadn’t cared to ask. Their (private) socials were filled with pictures from the night and the new filters Filterella had to offer had been to die for - Leah with a duck face had been iconic. And if April had used the opportunity to also save some photos of Marlena with hearts around her… that was no one else’s business.
After the party winded down, April had received a little help in heisting their meds - and with the lithium pills acquired, they were all set to go to Otherworld! Their usual stuff had been tossed inside their school bag - the medication, the magic comb, the water from the River Styx, two gigantic water bottles that could barely fit inside the bag’s outer pockets, both covered in an onslaught of stickers, some sunscreen and sunglasses, the collapsible batons, a keyboard button fidget toy - and of course, the snacks they’d gotten from the store. Their tote bag was folded up and shoved inside too, so that way they could just reach on through to grab changes of clothes, toiletries, towels, blankets - whatever it was they might need. Their Kingston-Gray bracelet was on their wrist, even though it seemed the magic of Otherworld decided no adult interference - which was iconic. Pops would kill them if he knew what they were up to.
Also, Danni and Millie and Ben and them had been the MVPs of the group by finding the way to Otherworld!!! The Haunted Tree was all they needed!!!
They’d slept soundly and securely all night, curled up around Danni with Amelie snuggling in. The room had been a little warm but it was Los Angeles, even in winter it didn’t get super cold, so April didn’t think much of it. They’d just gone to bed wearing a tank top instead of a long sleeve and it had been enough to regulate their temperature. They’d woken up an hour or so before Danni the next morning, enough to hear Percy panic packing the next room over, but rather than do any extra packing themself, April scrolled through Snikt! There was an insane video of someone making sourdough bread and replacing all the water with blueberries that they needed to replicate. And one of a girl chopping wood with an axe that April watched a little too long.
But once everyone was up and it was time to go, they breezed through their morning routine - they texted a check in to the parents, just a heart emoji - did their skin care - combed out and styled their hair, keeping the rainbow dye for now - pulled on a grey and blue jumpsuit that was comfy and easy to move in while looking rad as fuck - did their makeup, relatively simple except for blue around their eyes and tiny little gems at the corners - and obviously rushed to Secret IdentiTea to get a venti white chocolate raspberry mocha and a molasses cookie from DanThé.
“Our first real adventure!!” April squealed excitedly, hugging their brothers and anyone else who would let them - they didn’t try with Percy, for which he was grateful. “Once everyone is here, we should take a selfie!!! It’s a huge moment!!! We’re moving up in the superhero world and can start doing things to help people!! We beat Arcade, we beat the Young Avengers and the Hex Girls, and now we are going to save Ser Nemo!! Also, Otherworld is gonna be so cool!!” They didn’t even think Pa had been to Otherworld. They could hardly contain their energy and excitement, as they bounced in place from foot to foot.
Please include in your post what your character is bringing to Otherworld. Remember, they have to carry everything they bring. If it isn't listed, they don't have it! If you do not do this, your character has the clothes on their back and their phone and that is it :)
Examples -
April:
Bipolar medication (lithium), 3 month supply
Backpack
Magic Comb
River Styx water
Gigantic water bottle x 2
Collapsible baton x 2
Keyboard button fidget toy
Sunscreen
Sunglasses
Jolly ranchers, twinkies, granola
Kingston-Gray bracelet
Kingston-Gray magic tote
Current clothes (jumpsuit + steel toed boots)
Phone
Percy:
Backpack
Dorian sex bracelet
Friendship bracelet from Danni
G'raha Tia Commander Deck
Change of clothes x 2
Compass
Water bottle
Deoderant
Toothbrush
Toothpaste
Floss
Journal
Pen necklace
Nemo's Otherworld journal
Agatha's watch
Small first aid kit
Copy of the Iliad
Phone
Sword + scabbard
Current clothes - green-grey jacket, navy shirt, pants, hiking boots
Location: Library | Statue of Ardyon -> Mikhail's Office Grimoire: Wild Magic Surge Skills: N/A Wild Magic Build Up: triggers on a 1
Jake was alone.
He did not mind it. He spent much of his short life alone. There was no one to talk to in the middle of the night when he could not sleep. It was part of what he adored about Frankie - that when the world felt small, his friend was there to brighten it and chase back the shadows and the cold. Any other moment, Jake would not have rushed off after Connie and Barty as they left him without a world, content instead to examine the change to his body - the light had dimmed away now and he felt much the same. He might have sat at the base of the statue and waited for them to return. But he felt something tugging at him deep, something intense and demanding and frantic.
His breath hitched in his throat and the next thing he knew, he was rushing into Mikhail's office.
His movements were jerky and uncoordinated, his body stiff until it wasn't, slow until he was rapid, his face almost frozen in a single expression, before rapidly fear and concern rippled across his features. Nicky was unharmed and relief filled him, but that same driving force continued to prompt him, as he slid to a halt beside Willow. Connie was here - but something told him that Connie wasn't enough, as he looked on at the wound with someone else's eyes, someone else's fear. "I can," he hiccuped "fix this." He didn't know any healing magic, he didn't know what he was capable of - but certainty filled him as he knelt down next to Willow, looking at her injury and taking a deep breath, before he suddenly stilled.
He didn't flash with light this time nor did he dim - instead, he became transparent, translucent as a ghost yet still tangible. He didn't say a single word, didn't move, didn't have a single thought in his head as a tendril of pink-purple magic snaked its way out of the ground. It slowly slithered its way up Willow to her injury, before attaching itself to her and yanking suddenly, the wound transferring from Willow to the tendril. It snaked its way back to the ground, slipping between the floor boards, before vanishing from sight and color returned to Jake, sweat and exhaustion gripping him.
The Starlight Citadel was many things to many people.
A gleaming beacon of hope. A promise of peace and harmony, of unity and cooperation. The central spoke of about which the wheel of Otherworld turned. No kingdom was nearer than the other, no kingdom farther from the shining light - from the grace of their Majestrix, their Saturnyne. It was the throne above all others, the palace floating in the sky, perfect and untouchable. Under its gaze, the fae were safe - under its rule, they were free.
Giselle had been free, once. Honorably discharged, free to pursue her passions, free to love and to laugh and to dance.
But freedom had only been a temporary state.
The Light needed its warrior home.
It did not ask what the warrior needed.
It only took.
Despair threatened to drown her as Giselle stared from the Citadel’s windows, the night sky pierced with crimson bombs. The enemy had done the impossible. Dryador, the Kingdom of Seventy Seas, was burning. If she focused her senses, she could hear the screams of boiling sprites caught on the wind, carried heavenward in a desperate plea for salvation, for deliverance. A plea her Royal Whyness had heard and decided best answered by a child.
The leather of Giselle’s glove creaked as she tightened her hand into a fist.
A plea best answered by her daughter.
It had been foolish of her to send Sabine that sword - foolish of her to assume that her Lady would not notice, that the affairs of Giselle’s heart and her longing for her child would go unnoticed.
“Be safe, my Light. Be strong,” Giselle whispered. She inclined her head and rested her hand on her chest, right where her locket was concealed.
Location: Library | Statue of Ardyon Grimoire: Wild Magic Surge Skills: N/A Wild Magic Build Up: triggers on a 1
Jake's eyes lit up. He really liked the sound of the name Jacob. It was just like Jake, with a bonus Ob at the end! "I'm gonna be Jacob, now!!" It made him so giddy with happiness that he had to squirm a bit to release the energy, so much so that he almost forgot about the odd heaviness he felt. Connie had explained that, too. The statue was pulling at his magic. He didn't mind sharing if that was what the statue needed! He didn't think it would drive him insane, either. He didn't know what being insane meant anyway, so why would it be a concern to him? It sounded like Connie was concerned about it, though, so Jacob was glad that it wasn't pulling away at her magic.
"Oh, wow, I can feel the pull!!" If he noticed Barty saying mean things about him, he didn't make a comment. He was just thrilled to be able to feel the effect that Connie was describing. The statue had wanted some of his magic, and with the sharp tug, he felt it welling up more and more inside of him - expanding and pressing and almost painful in the need for release, as his eyes widened. The sensation had gone from welcome to unpleasant in a moment, the same pressure he'd felt from the one time he'd made the mistake of eating food, and his eyes began to water. "Connie, is the pull supposed to hurt like this?" he whimpered, staggering forward and landing on his knees. He stared at his two friends for a moment, before with a scream energy burst out of him, an intense and dazzling light that would blind both Connie and Barty, banishing shade and shadow from the room. He was glowing rainbows from head to toe, his form indistinct and only vaguely humanoid to those who looked at him just from the intense brightness.
"Woah..."
Connie and Barty are both blinded for the duration of their next post if they fail the saving throw
Percy was quiet for a moment, as he studied his boyfriend’s face. He hadn’t moved from the ground yet, too overwhelmed with everything that had happened. His sponsor had told him he’d likely face increased challenges when he returned to school - but he doubted Harry had this in mind. He could play dumb, pretend he didn’t know what Dorian wanted to talk about, he could try to avoid the problem and insist on pursuing any leads they had on Nemo. They hadn’t even been together very long, just three months. And already, there was so much weight on their relationship, so much stress…
“Of course. Did you wish to speak on this plane? Is there somewhere I can bring us?”
He then paused briefly. “Perhaps somewhere where I can be the only one at risk of being slimed.”
”Is now really when you want to start workin' on tryin’ to get a sense of ‘umor mon amour? Let's just go somewhere more private. For now.”
Percy frowned, staring down his boyfriend. “I have a sense of humor,” he grumbled, before taking Dorian’s hand. The blue energy that enveloped them was uneven, sparks of static flying off, before the world seemed to twist and churn, and they stumbled back into existence underneath the bleachers, rather than on top of them as Percy intended. And as they had never changed out of the skates, his weak ankle twisted and he yelped, falling to the ground - yet again - with an unceremoniously thud. “...Right. Skates…”
Dorian phased out of his skates as soon as he felt the ground beneath their feet. Now standing in his socks, within the snow that littered under the seats. ”A dry one worthy of Nemo I'm sure.” He looked around their new surroundings, a strange pick for him but private nonetheless. It felt very…teen, which he supposed that they both were even if the problems they faced felt much larger than getting acne before a big dance. Was this how the Young Avengers felt?
Percy grimaced, as he untied the laces on his skates slowly and pulled them off his feet. The cold underneath his toes was bitter and unforgiving, his socks immediately becoming soaked as he stood up. He had to incline his head up to look Dorian in the eye. He’d expected to see anger and disappointment there, for him to have failed yet again. Every time they had needed to talk, it had been about something Percy had done - when he’d pulled out of the contest, when he’d confessed his alcoholism. But while there was sadness and hurt… it wasn’t directed at him.
“Dorian…” Percy reached out and took his hands gently. “What’s going on in your head?”
”I – Perce…I just found out I kill myself in t'e future and…and…I don't think it's t'at far away eit'er.” Tears welled up in Dorian's eyes as his mind shot forth images of the graves once more. This year, this would be their last year and it was all his fault somehow. ” ‘ow am I supposed to be a ‘ero if I can't even keep you all safe…”
“What do you mean it’s not far away?” Percy choked out. “Are you… are you thinking about killing yourself?” His head felt incredibly faint again and it took what willpower he had not to collapse. His poor boyfriend, his poor sweet boyfriend, suffering alone… Nemo - Percy - he had tried to prevent this, hadn’t he? But it must not have been enough, he must not have been enough. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He gripped Dorian’s hands tighter, as if that could keep him from disappearing, from fading away. “What do you mean, keep us all safe? You always protect me - you protect everyone, I don’t… I don’t understand.”
” I didn't quite realize at first, what I'd seen, it made no sense, didn't seem prophetic and…well it ‘appened while I was awake, at t'e start of school but…Perce I t’ink we all die by t'e end of t'is year. I ‘adn't told anyone and maybe my silence is why it comes to be, I ‘eld it in too long and now it's too late and if I cant stop it t'en why should I be t'e one to keep livin’ I don't deserve to, I don't deserve t'at. I think maybe t'at's why I…”
They all die by the end of the year.
The news hit Percy like a truck. Not only was Dorian’s fate to go by suicide, but everyone else was going to be dead, too. He’d be the only survivor, the only living soul in a friend group of ghosts. “Do you…” He shook his head. That wasn’t the right question - as much as he wanted to fix this, as every instinct of his was telling him to get organized, to make a plan. “But you…” He swallowed again. He needed to comfort him, even as he felt like he was going to fall apart. “I won’t let you,” he hugged him tightly. “Я не позволю тебе умереть, Дориан Грей. Ты понимаешь? Я отказываюсь.”
“If you die… I’ll follow you. I’ll follow you and bring you back. I’ll drag you back.”
Dorian held onto Percy tight, his eyes closing as he squeezed the small Russian mutant. ”If t'e world dies because of my inactions, I do not deserve to live. But t'at will be a problem for anot'er day, one in which we've already saved Poissan-pas and I can see just ‘ow much ‘e can tell me.”
“And what about me?” Percy asked, his voice shaking. Anger curdled up inside him, as much as he did his best to stopper it all. His grip tightened. “If the world dies, you would leave me all alone? I’m not enough to live for?”
”Perce…if t'e world died t'en t'at would…include…you? Wait…” Dorian thought back to the vision, the graves, the ruined world, Percy didn't have a grave. His eyes went wide. ”You didn't ‘ave a grave. You didn't ‘ave a grave! What if t'e TVA kidnapped you because of your power? T'at's why you didn't get one, ‘ow did i not see t'at before? Days of Future Past me may ‘ave been in too much grief to see t'at you weren't dead you were missin’! Now all I ‘ave to do is find you in t'e future non?”
Percy stopped for a moment, considering everything that Dorian had said. He hadn’t been thinking as much about the possibility of a new timeline, rather he was focusing on what they knew about Nemo and his Dorian. Although… he supposed that they didn’t know the circumstances behind how Nemo joined the TVA. “So you are proposing that everyone died, you are the only survivor, and that I am kidnapped - presumably tortured and molded into an assassin for the TVA?” It was horrible, but the idea was strangely comforting - that Dorian hadn’t chosen to leave him, that he had just been driven by grief. He couldn’t help but sniffle and tremble softly.
“But why would I come back here and become a coach? That doesn’t make any sense, and if you’ve had that vision, then I haven’t changed anything, I failed, I…”
”Except you didn't. You ‘aven't. What if t'is is what Poissan-pas was workin’ towards. ‘E can't directly change t'e past or we get a splinter and as we learned t'at splinter gets pruned. But if t'e information gets coded into someone some'ow in t'e past and knows what to look for, t'en future me can avoid what ‘e would normally do and find you. T'en we can reset t'e timeline while ‘avin’ up to date information on t'e TVAs doin's. It's simple time manipulation Perce.”
Percy frowned, lifting his head up from Dorian’s chest to look him directly in the eye. “You’re suggesting we go to war with an organization that has mastered time, that aggressively controls past, present, and future, and eradicates those who defy them. The same organization that is about to execute me.”
”And t'e same organization who managed to get a sentient AI to war against t'em. T'ey ‘ave to be able to measure time some'ow. Buggin’ t'ier code could mess wit’ it enough to fly under a radar for a while. Besides, no one should be able to dictate who lives and who dies like t'at. Its not right.”
“You’re insane,” Percy shook his head in disbelief, even as he was smiling. He had a death wish, no sense of self preservation. They were just children. They’d barely managed to defeat other kids and had almost been murdered by an incel with bad acne. What hope did they have against a shadowy organization beyond space and time? They should have been talking about how to run away, how to hide so that the TVA would never find them, how to grab every person they loved and cared about and bring them along. This wasn’t the time to be the hero.
Percy pressed a soft kiss to Dorian’s lips. “We’ll get killed doing this. But okay.”
”Did you miss t'e part where we die anyways? What do we ‘ave to lose now?”
“You. I don’t want to lose you.”
”Well t'en, it sounds as if we need to take em down. Ot'erwise t'ey take you and you'll lose me t'at way instead. If you don't t'ink Excelsior can ‘andle t'em t'en what good could I do alone?”
Percy tried to imagine the others fighting the TVA. He winced at the image. They’d managed to survive Arcade through luck - through the intervention of friends who were no longer with them. And at the Contest of Champions, almost everyone had given up in the final battle. Granted, the stakes then had been lower, it was just winning a contest, not life or death. But still, he could hardly imagine Danni and April focusing long enough, Sabine showing up properly equipped, Leah not having unexpected traumatic flashbacks, Gideon not just charging at the boss, leaving just Andy and Dorian locked in, ready to go…
“We need to train more then - and more seriously. Excelsior could barely hold our own against other children. I can’t really fight. Half of us don’t show up prepared. The other half can’t focus for longer than the length of a Snikt video.”
“And if they do take me…”
”If t'ey do take you, t’at'll be t'e last mistake t'ey ever make. T'e Kingston Grays don't back away from a fight so easily, t'ey've taken down gods, immortals, and worst of all bigots, so don't you worry. Knowin’ you're still alive out t'ere somewhere means I ‘ave somet'in’ to live for. Even if it takes a while before I find my way to t'em, you just gotta wait for me.”
Percy’s heart fluttered in his chest, the last bit of his anger and hurt soothed away. “You would live for me?”
”Dyin’ is easy Perce, livin’ is ‘arder. Of course I'd live for you mon cœur.”
He nodded, his gaze averting down as he blinked rapidly for a moment. “I had assumed that I wasn’t enough to live for… That without the others, you didn’t have enough to hold on for.”
”T'at's why you should never assume t'in's. Cuz it makes you look silly.” Dorian said as he lifted Percy's face by his chin to meet his eyes.
“If I look silly, it’s because of the hat your sister made,” Percy scoffed.
"I ‘appen to like t'at ‘at. If anyt'in’ I'm t'e one who suggested t'e design t'ey make…” Dorian grumbled. ”Besides, t'e ‘at stays on.”
Я не позволю тебе умереть, Дориан Грей. Ты понимаешь? Я отказываюсь. = I won't let you die, Dorian Gray. Do you understand? I refuse.
”Oh, of course. That’s not creepy or terrifying at all,” Zeke grumbled. And he had wanted to go for a swim. ”Can we at least walk you back to the main building? Then I’ll leave you alone…At least until supper time,” Zeke asked Nancy.
The wind shifted, causing the hair on Zeke’s arm to rise, and he shivered. He glanced behind him, feeling a creeping sensation along the back of his neck. He had the sudden feeling they were all being watched. Nearby, a bird called out loudly.
”Okay. No more creepy stories. I’m serious,” Zeke snapped, looking back at Demi.
“What if a ghost story is what I need for my brain to reset properly?” Nancy countered. “Yeah, you can walk with me. I’m going to go right to bed after I eat and…” She frowned for a moment. She didn’t like admitting this part. “And I could use an extra pair of hands to make sure I don’t trip.” Her head still felt pretty scrambled.
Demi felt the hairs on the nape of his neck rise. His skin turned to goosebumps as the surrounding sounds of the forest died all at once. It felt as though the forest itself was afraid to show life, as if a predator was lurking beyond and all who dared to breathe and live were its prey. ”Oye, you asked. I answered. I wasn't trying to tell a Ghost Story or anything. But…” The wind kicked in and the sound of a bird call rang out through the area, causing Demi to jump within his skin. ”What the fuck was that?!”
Zeke’s face dropped at Nancy’s teasing. Ya, she was fine. ”Then you can wait until we get back to the main building and then you and Demi can braid each other’s hair while he tells you creepy stories,” Zeke said, offering his sister his hand to hold should she want it.
Demi’s freak-out made Zeke smirk. Seems he wasn’t the only one freaking out. ”It was a loon, Demi. Now who’s freaked out?”
“I doubt he knows how to braid.” The loon cry - and other noises or lack thereof - didn’t startle her. She was too fried to pay much attention to them. “He’s probably better at it than you are, though.” She didn’t let Zeke touch her hair any longer. She did however take his hand and leaned on him as they walked.
”Sounds like a fucking wolf. What kind of a bird makes a sound like that?” Demi looked back over his shoulder towards where the sound had come from. Maybe a supernatural psychokiller wasn't the only thing to be worried about around here. He never thought about the possibility of wolves or bears. ”And I'm not freaked out, I'm just being vigilant. Nothing wrong with that. Besides, how hard can a braid be?”
Zeke grinned, resting his cheek briefly against Nancy's head while they walked. ”We can't all be amazing at everything.”
He laughed when Demi called a loon a wolf. ”A wolf doesn't sound like a loon,” he declared.
“Ease up on him, Zeke. He’s probably never been out in nature before,” Nancy poked. “How’s he supposed to know what a wolf sounds like if he doesn’t even know what grass feels like?”
”Ha Ha. Laugh it up you two. It's not as if I spend my time lookin’ for wolves or birdwatching like some old bitty.” Demi flipped them both off, a smile on his face as he did it before finally pressing onwards.
Zeke grinned. ”Oh, you're probably right, Nancy. I wouldn't recommend going to look for wolves. They are rather territorial. Come to think of it, so are some birds.”
Zeke felt the tension of early fall off as they walked back to the main building, talking and laughing. This was what Zeke most loved about camping.
Location: Library | Statue of Ardyon Grimoire: N/A Skills: N/A Wild Magic Build Up: triggers on a 1
"Oh, I didn't sleep!" Jake answered Connie cheerfully. "Everyone else seems to spend a lot of time sleeping, I bet you have lots of fun, cool dreams! Did you sleep well? I made sure that Cassie was safe all night, since no one else wanted to let me watch them sleep. I could watch you sleep tonight if you change your mind - you too, Barty!" he added, grinning and waving at the last member of their coven as he came. "I didn't get to see Pedro though - it's funny, he's Pedro, he's Pedrito, I heard someone else call him Pancho - can I have a lot of names like that? I have Jake and Jack - can I have another one? Pleeease? Please give me another name?"
Barty had an interesting suggestion, too. Jake didn't know how to braid hair. He wasn't really sure what that meant at all. But if it would be helpful, he was willing to learn! "Can you teach me how to do this magic - what's a braid?" He then looked at the statue. "Is it something we can do for him too?" His head swiveled rapidly once Barty snapped, and he was ready to receive instructions, only for him to instead give them to Connie. Boo! He wanted to be helpful! But then something strange happened... Something he didn't know how to describe. He tilted his head from side to side, pulled on the skin of his face, jumped up and down - but it stayed, it lingered. It was nothing cold, if anything it almost felt like heaviness, like he was sinking...
"My head feels heavy? Is that normal?" he asked, pulling at his hair. He wasn't panicking, though. He didn't necessarily like the sensation, but it wasn't frightening or scary, it was just new.
The Kingdom of Seventy Seas, home of the merfolk, of sirens and selkies, of legendary serpents and fearsome snakes, was engulfed in flames under her command. The ocean boiled, the lakes ran dry, and naught was left in the wake of her army but ash and bone. Her soldiers were forged for this, any weaknesses cast aside in the pursuit of perfection, of conquest. It was challenge that made them strong, challenge that gave them the power to do what none had dared to dream was possible, challenge that drove them to tear a gaping wound in reality, a rift that they might cross into this nexus, this Otherworld.
Their foes were cowards, hidden away inside their floating fortress, at the center of the wheel - using their innocents, their civilians who knew nothing but peace and song as shields. Perhaps it would have stopped a lesser challenger. But it would not stop her. Shields were nothing more than obstacles to be broken. If the White Witch wished her people slaughtered as she did not lift a finger to help them, then Memoria was more than happy to oblige.
She had patience and time in spades.
And a hostage.
Memoria smiled softly, as she inclined her head downwards. Capturing Dryador’s ruler had been exquisite, the water spirit in chains at her feet a tantalizing pet. And while the arms she could supply were fabled and legendary, more than sufficient for whatever tricks the White Witch would attempt, it was the information she craved the most from her prize. The Lady of the Lake looked decadent like this, her hands bound behind her, iron chains connecting down to her feet, leaving painful, blistering welts across her skin. The more she struggled, the worse it became. The throne room was a bit damp for her liking, an underground cave with a large natural basin of water, brimming with mystical importance and potential.
Potential she would not dare to allow to go to waste.
Memoria rose from the barnacled throne, her boot landing squarely on Nimue’s back, as she approached the waters and knelt. The necessary components had already been gathered and bottled.
A dragon’s tongue.
A faerie’s tooth.
A serpent’s egg.
A newborn’s cry.
A lover’s goodbye.
“You are a great teacher, pet,” Memoria purred, as she loosened them into the pool one by one, each addition causing the water to froth and to foam. “I cannot wait for my students to meet yours.”
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